This is a Arthur / Guinevere Lancelot/OC Tristan/OC parings

Disclaimer:- I do not own King Arthur, the characters or the previous events of the movie. I do however own Kaiden, and this new plot… but not King Arthur's characters… if that makes any sense whatsoever… any way most of the credit goes to Jerry Bruckhimer and his fantastic crew, the rest of the credit goes to history

Chapter 7

Jezebel placed a clean gown in her closet and turned around humming a tune she could never put words too. She remembered it since a child, unsure of where she learnt it from. She continued humming it as she left the room and wandered down the hall in search of Kaiden, she stopped short however when a voice from behind her made her jump.

"Hills of Lindrey" said the voice and she immediately turned around, coming face to face with a Knight she'd learnt to be named Tristan.

"Oh forgive me my lord, I did not hear you." she said blushing ferociously.

"No need for formalities, Jezebel that is quite a song you hum."

"I only know the tune; I'm not certain where I've heard it."

"It's an only folk song, of Britannia." he said, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes. "Were your born here?"

Jezebel shrugged, suddenly feeling very comfortable. "I don't remember... my early memories were of the sea. If I think hard enough I can almost smell the salty air." she said with a distant grin. She looked up at him then, realising she had most probably told him more then he wanted to hear.

But she found him watching her intently.

"They are fine first memories." he said, and she could see a small glint in his eyes.

Jezebel smiled widely, "Are your memories just as fine?" she asked, suddenly feeling a little bold.

His eyes darkened almost immediately. "Unfortunately no." he said straightened up.

"Forgive me I shouldn't have asked." she said, regretting her question right away.

"No harm done. Good day." he said, bowing slightly and continuing on his way.

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Kaiden sat in a wooden chair inside the front door of the fort, watching the rain pour down, there was lighting outside as the storm got gradually worse. She instantly felt guilty; it was a little revengeful game that got well out of hand. He should have been back by now, she felt worry start to rise in her chest and decided she had to do something.

She stood almost sprinting towards the stables; throwing on a black cloak she grabbed her bow and a quiver of arrows and slung them on her back, just in case. She had a bad feeling, and she hated bad feelings. Mounting her horse she set it into a gallop, rain stinging her face as she hit open air. She made the guards open the gates and sprinted the horse towards Haidren's wall.

The ride was long and her cloak clung to her like a second skin. She was beginning to feel a chill now, the rain wetting her through. She skidded the horse to a stop outside Haidren's wall and yelled up to the gate if he'd seen Lancelot.

"Not since this morning my lady." they called down. "Is something amiss?"

Kaiden shook her head. "No, I just left something on the other side this morning." she lied, and they opened the gate for her, her bow and arrow not going unnoticed. She didn't have time to worry about what they thought as she kicked her horse into another sprint, scanning the land for any signs of human tracks.

A short while later she noticed the first set of tracks, and leapt of her horse, running lightly through the heavy rain. The tracks lead into the forest, so she quickly tied her horse to a tree on the outer skirts. Treading lightly she followed the foot steps and then stopped abruptly when another set appeared. She felt her insides tightened as she quickly followed them, keeping her eyes and ears ready for anything that might come her way.

About half a mile ahead is when she heard the first set of voices; she slowed her pace, moving slowly in the forest. She kept her feet light drawing an arrow and slinging it at the ready. As she edged closer she saw the first glimpses of what looked to be like a group of men. Silently she crept over to a tree about five metres from where they sat and began to climb swiftly.

Securing her place on the branch with her legs, she looked to where the voices came from and found a group of five men dressed in a familiar armour that Kaiden didn't bother registering for she was distracted, four of the men were sitting around a man with his knife to another's throat.

That's when she felt her breath catch.

Lancelot was that man forced on his knees his neck pushed back and a knife digging into his throat, though not yet breaking the skin.

"The mighty Sarmatian knight." the man with the dagger laughed. "Not so mighty now." he said about to take his life.

An arrow pierced the man's head and he fell back, the dagger sliding out of his hand lifelessly. Kaiden's eyes widened realising what she'd just done, though she refocused just in time to see Lancelot commence a blow with is fist to one of the rising men's heads.

Another was coming from behind him a large Roman sword drawn, without thinking she fired another arrow, landing in his heart.

Lancelot found the fallen man's swords and quickly fell into action, blocking a thrust that came his way he kicked the man in the knee, sending him back, with out hesitation he forced the blade through the mans chest withdrawing it and spinning around just in time to see a blade only inched from his face, though it came no further. The owner of the blade fell back and arrow lodged in his forehead. Lancelot heard a gasp coming from the trees and spun around to see the only remaining man who'd looked to have just fired an arrow at his helper.

Lancelot made quick work of him, after blocking three weak attempts he sent one swift slice to his head, decapitating him instantly. Letting out a sigh of relief he fell to the ground, the rain falling heavily around him.

He looked up into the forest, the rain blurring his sight. He could vaguely make out a figure sitting in a tree though could see no more. "Show yourself friend, are you injured?" he said tiredly, wishing to congratulate his rescuer. He watched as the figure slid from the tree, and noticed the limp and the protruding arrow from their thigh. They hesitated for a moment. "I won't hurt you, I can see you are a skilled fighter, I have no desire to fight with you." he said with a small smirk. "Let me help you now."

The figure limped closer and he frowned. He'd seem that walk before. As they came closer he soon noticed that it was in fact a she, her face covered in a hood. "Show your face." he whispered, his eyes trying to find hers beneath the hood. His heart rate quickened, even through the rain and the bloodshed around him he could smell the all too familiar aroma of her.

Her thin fingers reached to her hood and she slowly peeled it away. He took a step back, "Kaiden." he said, he'd known it was her.

She nodded slowly, grimacing slightly as the pain grew worse in her thigh. "I figured something wrong when you didn't come back."

Lancelot stared at her for a moment. "You knew I was out here."

Kaiden smiled painfully. "You've been following me for two days now, I thought it about time you stopped." she said with a shrug.

Lancelot rolled his eyes. "What else don't we know about? Are you some sought of sorceress as well as a warrior and a scout?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.

Kaiden cringed and shook her head, the pain was growing worse in her thigh and she could already feel herself losing an extensive amount of blood. She quickly diverted her gaze away from Lancelot's questioning one. She instantly wished she hadn't as she saw the carnage around her, and then she felt her heart stop.

Romans, they were all Romans. She let out a small gasp, and Lancelot followed her gaze to the Roman helmet which held the decapitated head. It was then that he realised what she'd done. She'd killed three of her country men.

Lancelot watched as she composed herself and her face became as hard as stone. He knew what was going through her head, she'd betrayed her country, there was no hope of her returning now, nor of their so called alliance between the two countries. He was almost certain that the Emperor would never let her return to Rome. She's lost everything, her family, her home and her country. She's lost her whole life and it was all to save his.

"Kaiden." he said, his voice the softest she'd ever heard it.

She turned to him, her eyes glazed over in a mask of pain. "Yes?" she asked.

"We should head back, your leg..." he wanted to say more, but he couldn't put it in words to explain how sorry he was feeling for her at that very moment.

She nodded, forcing a small sad smile. "Of course." she said, not allowing him to finish and began leading the way back through the forest. She felt numb, her whole life crumbling to pieces before her very eyes. Not to mention the pain in her leg, her vision was becoming blurry. She'd lost a lot of blood, and the spots in her vision seemed to multiply within seconds. She struggled forward, her walk becoming slower and unsteady. She heard Lancelot ask if she needed assistance but she ignored him. She's reached the edge of the forest where her horse stood waiting in the rain. She attempted to hold out and arm to point towards the horse, but her vision became black and she felt herself falling towards the ground. The last thing she remembered was the feeling of two strong and capable arms catching her, and swiftly carrying her away from the horror of the forest.

A/N This is my favourite chapter I think, I'm really enjoying writing this and I'm glad you guys are enjoying reading it! Thanks for your reviews again!